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To Dawson Town came Percy Brown from London on the Thames	A
A pane of glass was in his eye and stockings on his stems	A
Upon the shoulder of his coat a leather pad he wore	B
To rest his deadly rifle when it wasn't seeking gore	B
The which it must have often been for Major Percy Brown	C
According to his story was a hunter of renown	C
Who in the Murrumbidgee wilds had stalked the kangaroo	D
And killed the cassowary on the plains of Timbuctoo	E
And now the Arctic fox he meant to follow to its lair	F
And it was also his intent to beard the Artic hare	F
Which facts concerning Major Brown I merely tell because	G
I fain would have you know him for the Nimrod that he was	H
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Now Skipper Grey and Deacon White were sitting in the shack	I
And sampling of the whisky that pertained to Sheriff Black	I
Said Skipper Grey I want to say a word about this Brown	C
The piker's sticking out his chest as if he owned the town	C
Said Sheriff Black he has no lack of frigorated cheek	J
He called himself a Sourdough when he'd just been here a week	J
Said Deacon White Methinks you're right and so I have a plan	K
By which I hope to prove to night the mettle of the man	K
Just meet me where the hooch bird sings and though our ways be rude	E
We'll make a proper Sourdough of this Piccadilly dude	E
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Within the Malamute Saloon were gathered all the gang	L
The fun was fast and furious and the loud hooch bird sang	L
In fact the night's hilarity had almost reached its crown	C
When into its storm centre breezed the gallant Major Brown	C
And at the apparation whith its glass eye and plus fours	M
From fifty alcoholic throats responded fifty roars	M
With shouts of stark amazement and with whoops of sheer delight	E
They surged around the stranger but the first was Deacon White	E
We welcome you he cried aloud to this the Great White Land	E
The Artic Brotherhood is proud to grip you by the hand	E
Yea sportsman of the bull dog breed from trails of far away	N
To Yukoners this is indeed a memorable day	N
Our jubilation to express vocabularies fail	O
Boys hail the Great Cheechako And the boys responded Hail	O
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And now continued Deacon White to blushing Major Brown	C
Behold assembled the eelight and cream of Dawson Town	C
And one ambition fills their hearts and makes their bosoms glow	P
They want to make you honoured sir a bony feed Sourdough	N
The same some say is one who's seen the Yukon ice go out	N
But most profound authorities the definition doubt	N
And to the genial notion of this meeting Major Brown	C
A Sourdough is a guy who drinks an ice worm cocktail down	C
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By Gad responded Major Brown that's ripping don't you know	P
I've always felt I'd like to be a certified Sourdough	N
And though I haven't any doubt your Winter's awf'ly nice	Q
Mayfair I fear may miss me ere the break up of your ice	Q
Yet pray excuse my ignorance of matters such as these	R
A cocktail I can understand but what's an ice worm please	R
Said Deacon White It is not strange that you should fail to know	P
Since ice worms are peculiar to the Mountain of Blue Snow	P
Within the Polar rim it rears a solitary peak	J
And in the smoke of early Spring a spectacle unique	J
Like flame it leaps upon the sight and thrills you through and through	D
For though its cone is piercing white its base is blazing blue	D
Yet all is clear as you draw near for coyley peering out	N
Are hosts and hosts of tiny worms each indigo of snout	N
And as no nourishment they find to keep themselves alive	S
They masticate each other's tails till just the Tough survive	S
Yet on this stern and Spartan fare so rapidly they grow	P
That some attain six inches by the melting of the snow	P
Then when the tundra glows to green and nigger heads appear	T
They burrow down and are not seen until another year	T
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A toughish yarn laughed Major Brown as well you may admit	N
I'd like to see this little beast before I swallow it	N
'Tis easy done said Deacon White Ho Barman haste and bring	U
Us forth some pickled ice worms of the vintage of last Spring	U
But sadly still was Barman Bill then sighed as one bereft	N
There's been a run on cocktails Boss there ain't an ice worm left	N
Yet wait By gosh it seems to me that some of extra size	V
Were picked and put away to show the scientific guys	V
Then deeply in a drawer he sought and there he found a jar	W
The which with due and proper pride he put upon the bar	W
And in it wreathed in queasy rings or rolled into a ball	X
A score of grey and greasy things were drowned in alcohol	Y
Their bellies were a bilious blue their eyes a bulbous red	N
Their back were grey and gross were they and hideous of head	N
And when with gusto and a fork the barman speared one out	N
It must have gone four inches from its tail tip to its snout	N
Cried Deacon White with deep delight Say isn't that a beaut	N
I think it is sniffed Major Brown a most disgustin' brute	N
Its very sight gives me the pip I'll bet my bally hat	N
You're only spoofin' me old chap You'll never swallow that	N
The hell I won't said Deacon White Hey Bill that fellows fine	Z
Fix up four ice worm cocktails and just put that wop in mine	Z
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So Barman Bill got busy and with sacerdotal air	F
His art's supreme achievement he proceeded to prepare	F
His silver cups like sickle moon went waving to and fro	P
And four celestial cocktails soon were shining in a row	P
And in the starry depths of each artistically piled	N
A fat and juicy ice worm raised its mottled mug and smiled	N
Then closer pressed the peering crown suspended was the fun	A2
As Skipper Grey in courteous way said Stranger please take one	A2
But with a gesture of disgust the Major shook his head	N
You can't bluff me You'll never drink that gastly thing he said	N
You'll see all right said Deacon White and held his cocktail high	B2
Till its ice worm seemed to wiggle and to wink a wicked eye	B2
Then Skipper Grey and Sheriff Black each lifted up a glass	C2
While through the tense and quiet crown a tremor seemed to pass	C2
Drink Stranger drink boomed Deacon White proclaim you're of the best	N
A doughty Sourdough who has passed the Ice worm Cocktail Test	N
And at these words with all eyes fixed on gaping Major Brown	C
Like a libation to the gods each dashed his cocktail down	C
The Major gasped with horror as the trio smacked their lips	D2
He twiddled at his eye glass with unsteady finger tips	D2
Into his starry cocktail with a look of woe he peered	N
And its ice worm to his thinking mosy incontinently leered	N
Yet on him were a hundred eyes though no one spoke aloud	N
For hushed with expectation was the waiting watching crowd	N
The Major's fumbling hand went forth the gang prepared to cheer	T
The Major's falt'ring hand went back the mob prepared to jeer	T
The Major gripped his gleaming glass and laid it to his lips	D2
And as despairfully he took some nauseated sips	D2
From out its coil of crapulence the ice worm raised its head	N
Its muzzle was a murky blue its eyes a ruby red	N
And then a roughneck bellowed fourth This stiff comes here and struts	E2
As if he bought the blasted North jest let him show his guts	E2
And with a roar the mob proclaimed Cheechako Major Brown	C
Reveal that you're of Sourdough stuff and drink your cocktail down	C
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The Major took another look then quickly closed his eyes	V
For even as he raised his glass he felt his gorge arise	V
Aye even though his sight was sealed in fancy he could see	F2
That grey and greasy thing that reared and sneered in mockery	F2
Yet round him ringed the callous crowd and how they seemed to gloat	N
It must be done He swallowed hard The brute was at his throat	N
He choked he gulped Thank God at last he'd got the horror down	C
Then from the crowd went up a roar Hooray for Sourdough Brown	C
With shouts they raised him shoulder high and gave a rousing cheer	T
But though they praised him to the sky the Major did not hear	G2
Amid their demonstrative glee delight he seemed to lack	I
Indeed it almost seemed that he was keeping something back	I
A clamm	H2

Robert William Service

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